The next day came quickly. Before the sun even comes up, the north gate has a respectable amount of people streaming in and out of the city. The sentinels there, as always, performing their haphazard inspections of people and their goods passing through the gate.
Last Edit: Apr 7, 2014 21:44:42 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Alexander stood in the shadows cast by the low town wall. He was passing the time waiting for the others by examining the carts passing in and out of town, guessing at their destinations and the quality of their goods.
Given the actions of the day before, he was half expecting some of the interested parties giving up on the cause with the sobriety that the morning would bring. For those that did show, it would most certainly be an interesting journey...::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Say what you will about the old fart, Goose never drank before a job. He'll drink during it, just not before where the hangover might make him late to an appointment.
The hunter trotted himself on over to the main gate, bow and quiver slung over his shoulder and belly feeling the wind before Goose fixed his shirt.
"What's the matter, not a drinker?" Goose said approaching Alexander.
The old man left the tavern soon after things were settled and went to go fletch some arrows for the journey. A part of him hoped the mage wouldn't bother showing up at all, but then what fun is there in a journey without some ongoing hostilities?
"Don't you worry now, nancy, I'll be sure to protect you and the lil miss from the bandits on the road."
Dieter walked silently through the town, approaching the North Gate. From a distance he could see two figures that he recognized from the tavern. As he approached the gate he could hear the old man call the dark figure nancy...
Starting so soon lads? It's too early in the morn' fer bickerin'.
Dieter approached the pair, eying them both up. The old man looked quite ragged to Dieter, though he dare not judge by appearances, he figured the old man would creak as he walked. On the other side the noble-looking man looked dark as ever standing there in the shadow.
Haven't had yer coffee yet? Dieter nodded to the dark man. What's yer names anyways? Best get acquainted now, we'll be workin' together.
::Alexander sneered in response to the old man. If he only knew just how much drinking he had done in his long years...and it was not alcohol...::
"I prefer to keep my head clear. The better to avoid the nonsensical actions of the drunk...and aged."
::He turned his head then to nod in greating to the Dwarf.::
"My name is Alexander Ravenhurst. And you are?"
::He intentionally left off his association and rank within the Noctis Venator. He was not yet sure how the old man and his granddaughter would feel about his Factions involvement in their expedition and wanted to avoid unneeded issues.
Perhaps if this mage before him proved capable, he would reach out to him after their return. IF the dwarf returned...::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
At some point during the exchange of words between the two men, Deerfield had arrived, as fresh as ever. However, he kept his distance, thinking conflict to be brewing. He had done his best to shine for Synthia, and he was not about to ruin his appearance because of some mercenaries that were going to be part of their group.
He knew better, concerning Alexander Ravenhurst. If he would have spent two thoughts on the matter, he would have deducted that there was something of importance looming on the horizon. Alas, his mind focused entirely on the woman that was going to lead them to -
"What was it again? Rocks? Why would she need rocks?" He didn't think long about it, he had completely forgotten the details of the mission.
He greeted anybody who made eye contact with a brief wave of the hand. If asked, he would introduce himself once more, as he had the night before: "Alexander of Deerfield", adding "just call me Deerfield."
He seemed very disinterested until Synthia appeared, which is when he would smile in the face of her beauty once more, helping her to carry anything she might be holding.
He had polished his armor, not that it needed polishing, and had a fresh haircut and was cleanly shaven. He had a bit of scent on his neck as well. He looked like a formidable soldier. The only thing missing was seriousness or awareness. And beyond that, he still had no clue that meteors had fallen from the sky. He missed that part.
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She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
Just as the party began showing up, two people walking towards the gate noticeably were pointing at the grouping members and whispering to each other. They seemed equipped for traveling out of the city. One was substantially smaller in stature than the other next to him. The bigger person was completely clad in pristine, silver colored, heavy armor while the small wore dark brown leather.
After a few moments of whispering, they approached the party and the small one spoke in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, “Are you guys the group protecting Synthia?”
Last Edit: Apr 9, 2014 15:30:06 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The tanner made an inner sigh at the sight of the two. Two more mercenaries to accompany them on the journey to whereever, whatever. Two more men he would have to struggle against for sweet Synthia's attention. Not on his watch, he wanted to get rid of the extra baggage as soon as possible.
Before anybody else could reply, almost as a reflex, he shouted out to the two in an unfriendly manner, although he did try to maintain the necessary manners, even if unsuccessfully. "Do we look like a group protecting Synthia? I think we'd be a lot happier if there was actually a woman with us. I don't know what you're talking about, we're about to go hunt some brigands. You two can come along if you know how to kill bastards like that, but the pay isn't really what i would call high." Inbetween he said something about the weather and the mud that wasn't too easy to follow. As a salesman, he really knew how to talk the back legs off a donkey, and before one knew it, he came to a close. He didn't want to bore them. "Lots of other mercs around here doin all sorts of jobs, keep on lookin. When you find your Synthia, tell her I said Hello." He laughed and turned halfway away from them, trying to make eye contact with the others in his own group to somehow make it clear to them to laugh along or keep their mouthes shut.
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
Mekel wandered out of the inn and into the street. Killing time, he tossed some rocks at some peasants. He meandered his way to the gate humming a tune as he walked. Looking around, he hated everything he layed eyes on. All of those stupid humans walking around really annoyed Mekel. Once he arrived at the gate, he recognized some of the people he had met at the inn. "I need to find those rocks," Mekel said to himself. "Or else, I might kill someone." He had such an urge to find those rocks that he lost care for the world around him. Once he arrived at the gate and saw the party that accompanied him, he got fairly angry. Mekel really hated the smell of non-orks, so much so that he turned his head away from the group in disgust.
::Alexander smirked at Deerfield's reply, but kept quiet. He had been debating the options of speaking out, but it seemed the tanner had made the choice for him. He would play along for now, as it may give them some opportunity to see just what it was these men wanted. Were they competitors, or fellow adventures that had been picked up by the girl after he had left?
Perhaps time would tell.
He gave a brief nod in greeting to the Ork when he arrived, but made no effort to draw its attention when it looked away.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
The smaller individual's face became a bit confused by the display of Deerfield. The other one's face was not visible, but exchanged a glace with the smaller figure. The small one gave a small bow and said, “Our apologies. We must have made a mistake. Good luck on your venture!” before moving with his partner to stand on the other side of the gate. They seemed to buy what Deerfield was selling, though reluctantly. After a distance away from the group, murmuring could be heard from the two, though nothing intelligible.
Shortly after this, the Ork approached the group. Almost immediately after the Orks arrival a shout is heard, “I've found him!” To those who turn in the direction of the cry, four guards are seen lightly jogging towards the group. In short time, they come together to form a line and the sound of their heavy armor clanking as they jog becomes more clear. When a short distance from the group, each of their hands move to their long swords at their side, though they do not draw them. They come to a halt a few feet from the group and one of them speaks up, “Ah. Mister Alexander. Is this ... creature with you?” His tone was a harsh and each of them had their eyes set on the Ork.
The traffic out the gate has halted as the two sentinels guarding the gate also had their eyes on the scene. There was still no sign of Miss Synthia.
Last Edit: Apr 13, 2014 0:33:08 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Goose spat at the ground to show his distaste for waiting so long while carryin' equipment. The miss seemed to be taking her sweet time getting to the gate, but then again what sane person would rush for the chance to see some burning rocks?
"Aye, lad," Goose intervened, "If he weren't with us I had killed him already for not jumping in cold water this morning."
In truth the old man really did want to stick something sharp in Mekel for giving them all this attention. Old ranger instincts made Goose anxious that all these eyes were on him and the rest of the group. He half expected a sword in the back at any moment.
"We'll be leaving for a job at any minute, just waiting for another in our party. So you lads don' have to worry about anymore disturbances."
The leader stated, "Very well. We will not extend this generosity again. Any other disturbances will be bad news for you all." After a short pause he finished of with, "Probably best for you all if this ... thing doesn't come back to Wistvale." With that, the Sentinels all turned to get back to their paroling.
Right as they made their leave, a familiar female voice could be heard coming from the distance, "Already causing problems, huh, boys? We've not even left town yet!" To those who looked, Synthia is riding towards the group with five additional horses trailing behind her. There were two men directing the horses with leashes. On top of that, two oxen were pulling a single, fairly large wagon. The wagon was loaded up with what was probably the supplies she had promised, but a tarp was over the top of the wagon leaving it to assumptions.
“Ah, miss Krisora.” Synthia's regard went to the two who were previously sent away from the group. “If you will be so gracious as to steer the wagon.” With a light bow, the hulking person, now known to be a woman, set for the wagon. The small man followed close behind. She turned to glance at the folks leading the horses and, with a motion of her hand to the group, said, “Please, gentlemen, each one of these merry adventures need a horse.” The men immediately brought the horses closer to the group. She turned back to the group and stated, “I presume you all know how to ride.”
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2014 23:55:19 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Alexander held his tongue, yet again, as the old man spoke up in his place. Seeing as he had nothing further to say on the matter to the Sentinels, he allowed them to walk away without further comment.
When the Grandaughter arrived with the cart and horses, he was relieved to finally be on his way to these rocks. He was still curious about any possible connection to the ranting prophet and possibly the Fellowship of the Light with whom he had been held prisoner upon his arrival here.
He greeted the girl with a small nod and taking the reigns, he mounted the horse as his answer to her question.::
"I am sure there is room in the back of the wagon for those that don't, my Lady."
::The address was not intended to be flattering, but a formal address.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.